Page 67 of A Scoring Chance

“Yessss.”

Fuck. I should treat Ramona like the queen she is, but I can’t hold back for much longer. My desire to claim her, to make her completely mine right here in this office for anyone to see, letting the entire world know who she belongs to, is overwhelming.

Releasing her hair, I bend down and lift her off the desk before taking her place and positioning her in my lap. We moan as the swell of her ass meets my rock-hard cock. Her head drops to my shoulder, her eyes glassy with need.

“This is what you do to me, baby.” I lift my hips slightly, rocking back and forth, attempting to get some relief. “You’re so wet for me right now, aren’t you? It wouldn’t take much for me to pull down those leggings and slide my cock between your folds, and no one would be the wiser.”

“Please. Please. Please.”

“No need to beg, baby. I’m going to make you feel good, but when I make love to you, I’m going to take my time. I plan on worshipping every inch of your body with my tongue and my cock.” My hand slides along the waistband of her leggings, sliding my fingertips down her skin before pinching her clit and rolling it between my fingers. “You’re so wet for me. Do you ache for my cock deep inside you?”

“You, Cooper. I want you,” she says, barely above a whisper, moving faster over my cock and bringing me closer to the edge. I should stop this now and continue with the evening as planned, but now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back.

“Good, because I’m never letting you go.” I slip her panties to the side, sliding one finger between her lower lips.

“I need… I need…”

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want everyone to know my fingers are about to be deep inside your pussy.” I lick the shell of her ear, adding another finger between her folds. “I’d kill anyone who saw you like this, needy and ready for my cock.”

She widens her legs, leaning back as my finger moves in and out. My cock becomes even harder, if that’s even possible. Every inch of her body relaxes into mine, molding herself to me as she slaps a hand over her mouth to hold in her moans.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to stop.” I slide my fingers from inside her, using my ring finger to circle her clit.

“Please. Please, I’ll be quiet. I promise.” Her hips rise toward my hand, trying desperately to force my fingers back inside her. “Cooper.”

“Fuck. I love the sound of my name on your lips.” I run my nose down one side of her neck, then nibble my way back up the other before shoving my fingers back between her lower lips.

She hisses as my fingers scissor back and forth, tugging on the short hairs at the base of my neck. In my mind, this is a terrible idea. Anyone could walk in and see us. The tentative hold I have on my control slips by the second, but the blissed-out look on her face is worth it, and I can’t bring myself to care. Right now, at this moment, all I want to do is watch her fall apart in my arms.

“Open wider for me, Beauty.” My other hand slides up her belly beneath her shirt. “No bra?” My hand kneads her breast, picking up the pace with my other hand. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

She grinds her ass into me repeatedly, her pace matching mine. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants like a teenage boy?” I pinch her nipple hard, biting down on the juncture between her shoulder and neck as I thrust my hips upward in time with her movements.

“Yes,” I hiss, the pressure continues building. “I can’t wait to have you spread out before me, your legs wrapped around my shoulders as I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

Ramona turns her face into my arm, biting down hard to muffle the sound of her screams as she climbs higher. “I’m going to come, Cooper!”

“Just let go, baby. Let go, and I promise it will be amazing.” My body presses her into the table, pinning her in place. “Come for me, Beauty.”

I thrust my cock into her ass cheeks with a groan as moisture covers my hand, her mouth dropping wide as soundless screams escape her lips. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Beauty right at this moment. I slow down my movements, her body shaking in my arms, aftershocks of pleasure racking her body.Slipping my fingers from inside her, I press her body closer to mine with my arm, supporting all of her weight.

“What about…” Her hand slides between our bodies, squeezing my aching cock hard. Her eyes are locked with mine as I lick my fingers clean, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

“Fuck, if you aren’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” I groan, lifting her off my lap and standing, adjusting the bulge in my pants. “You are one dangerous creature, Beauty.” I smile down at her, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’ll tell you when I figure it out.” I make sure that our clothing is all in place before threading her fingers between mine and tugging her toward the door. “Let’s go check on Darius. He should have had time to shower and change and should be with the trainer right now.”

Should I feel bad for keeping a boy away from his mother? Probably. But I don’t feel anything besides a burning desire to tell Ramona exactly how much I feel for her. Who knew that love could feel like this?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ramona

“Are you sure you’re doing okay?” I ask Darius for the millionth time since we left the arena.

After Cooper creatively found a way for me to calm down, we went in search of Darius. He was given a clean bill of health from the trainer and was told to relax for a few days. The trainer also said Darius would be sporting a new bruise on his side and just be sore for a few days, but I’m not so sure.

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